It was a quiet day at the pad with Mike Nesmith reading the paper, and one of his roommates Peter Tork making a sandwich, while the two youngest monkees Micky Dolenz, and Davy Jones were out.
"Hey Mike do you want a sandwich? I'm making one for myself."
"No thanks Pete, I'm not hungry." Though he was afraid of what he might put in it. "So where did Micky and Davy go to?"
"I don't know they're probably somewhere goofing off."
"Well I just hope their not getting into any mischief that'll get them into trouble."
Suddenly Davy Jones frantically burst into the pad, panic stricken.
"FELLAS HELP!!! HIDE ME PLEASE, OR HELP ME HIDE."
" I should have known." Mike muttered under his breath.
"Davy what's the matter? What happened with you?" Said Peter
"And why do you need to hide? And where is Micky?" Said the Texan
Then the curly-haired drummer burst into the pad, also in a frantic stage.
"HELP!!! HIDE ME!!! HIDE ME!!!"
"O.K. you two what's going on? And why in blue blazes do you both need to hide? Said Mike getting impatient.
"We're in big trouble!!!" both said
"Oh no kidding."
"What kind of trouble?" Said the blond.
"There's a riot downtown, and people are after us." Said Davy.
"That's terrible. Why are they after you two?"
"Well I think one of us started it." Said Micky
"WHAT? HOW? AND WHICH ONE OF YOU TWO STARTED IT?"
"He did." Both said pointing at each other
Did one of the younger monkees start the riot, and if so which one?
Chapter 2
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